Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Romania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roy Ayers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.